I found this poem recently from an unknown author in a book from a Retreat House that some friends form church frequent. When I first read it it brought tears to my eyes because it’s perspective on death is amazing. Sometimes, a different perspective is all we need when we’re struggling.

Please share this with anyone you know who has experienced the death of someone close. I think it will do wonders for them.

At The Time of Death

I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the
morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
And I stand and watch her,
until at length she is only a ribbon
of white cloud just where
the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says,
“There! She’s gone!
Gone where? Gone from my sight- that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull
and spar as she was when she left my side,
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the place of her destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at that moment
when some at my side says,
“there! She’s gone!”,
There are other voices ready
to take up the glad shout,
“There! She comes!”
And that is death, and that is Life.
Author Unknown